Semua Bab Fated in the Dark : Bab 11 - Bab 15

Rhett’s mouth crushed against hers like gravity finally gave in. There was no hesitation. No measured calculation. Just raw, commanding heat. His hand curled at the back of her neck, anchoring her in place, while his other arm slid around her waist, pulling her against the hard line of his body. The kiss burned—not gentle, not careful—but claiming. Like he’d spent every second of resistance storing up this exact moment. And gods help her, she let him. Because the second his lips met hers, everything else disappeared. The aching, the questions, the fear gone in an instant. There was only his mouth on hers, the smell of smoke and pine, the sound of his restrained breathing as if he, too, was stunned by how badly he needed this. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to shove him and remind him that she wasn’t his to command, but when his tongue brushed hers and her spine arched into his body, she realized she wanted something else more. She wanted to feel, to let it happen, to let som

The sunrise didn’t feel like a new beginning. It felt like a warning. Rhett stood at the perimeter line of Blackstone’s northern ridge, wind tugging at his sleeves as the scent of morning dew and pine curled around him. Below, the pack compound stirred. Taining rotations resuming, patrols swapping out, another day pretending everything was normal. It wasn’t. He could still feel the taste of her, Mira. The fire in her touch, the demand in her kiss, the way the bond had burned through him like wildfire the second he let go. He had kissed her like a drowning man, and then, like a coward, he’d walked away. Not because he didn’t want her, but because the moment he gave in, he felt the entire foundation of his control begin to splinter. He didn’t know how to lead while falling apart, and the bond—the triad—was tearing at the seams of every rule that had kept him grounded. ⸻ “You look like shit.” Rhett didn’t turn. Tarek’s voice came from behind him, steady, casual, but not unkind.